Colonel Mustard, in the Dining Room with smoking Revolver,
Asks where any secret passage to Happiness is.
"There's no Way Out," sighs Eve Lady Peacock, "no 4-cornered flights
From this Clued-Ouija Board, just the Night Train to Dis.”
DIS APPEARS! The plot convenes. Its Argus vision pans. “We indict!
In every room. With every weapon... The Snow Queen of Has-beens,
The Black and Cock Robin, breakfast cereal murderin’ … MRS WHITE!" …..
"I ’AD TO BLEACH THE ’OUSE OF ALL THE BLACKS, BROWNS AND GREENS!”
“You’re not Lady Peacock!” Mustard tears off her mask,
“What have done with my Lady P?” “I AM her and shall forever be
Eng-land as it is in Heritage! Your Lady Daily Male, your buried Hastings,
Your Mustard-servin’ Cod-Psycho Private I, survivin’! Your ‘Me.’ Marry Me!”
Mrs White is marched away and Winter goes with her.
Spring is back on the menu, multi-coloured and diverse.
Dis approves as Jack Green is betrothed to Miss Scarlet;
Dis agrees as Poirot blossoms and a primrose Jane demurs.
Dis untangles the Brown Lady, reveals Parvati-Proserpina
In a Wife-of-Turnip-Townshend ghost-disguise!
Dr Black blows his trumpet, England's foundations rock,
Green Eyes dances Blue Eyes into the sunrise.
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